Here come the dreams of you and me [CLOSED]

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Who: Feliks and Fai
What: Recovery fluff, in between events. Sparkly dork boyfriends being obnoxiously couple-y at each other in the comfort of their own home.
Where: The Łukasiewicz family estate, Feliks's room.
When: Backdated to early or mid-February


The worst thing about recovering from an injury was...

Ugh, everything, really. What didn't suck about it? It wasn't even the pain that got to Feliks, it was the boredom, the monotony, the being looked at like he was fragile, the dependence on others to take care of him...

And as much as Feliks hated to admit it, he'd never walked away from a fight in quite as bad shape as this time. A couple of weeks had healed up most of his bruises and scrapes, and he could walk around and all, but having his dominant arm in a cast was starting to drive him right up a wall. It was hard, at times, to remember how lucky he was to be alive to complain about it.

Right, but the worst thing right at that moment about being hurt -- insomnia. Like, how was he supposed to sleep at night when he spent all day resting and recovering in bed? And that just fed back into the whole boredom issue...

He groaned quietly, rolling onto his side towards Fai.

"Hey. You're not, like, already asleep, right?"

If he was, well... too bad, Feliks wasn't and felt like talking. Relationships were all about sacrifice, right?

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[comparative_insanity]

It takes a moment for Fai to gather a proper reply from the shredded wisps of his mind, since he had definitely been steadily drifting off. But he makes a soft little noise to indicate that Feliks' question is being processed, shifting a bit closer.

"Well, I'm not anymore." He smiles sleepily, and a small effort brightens the glow of his skin somewhat to a more steady glow than the restless flickering between deep sleep and dreams. "Can't sleep?"

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"I was sleeping half the day," Feliks points out, more than a little grumpily. It's a little counter-intuitive to think that someone who enjoys doing nothing in particular as much as Feliks does would hate lying around all day so much, but the trouble is that he can't do what he feels like doing, either. "How am I supposed to sleep now?"

But, now that Fai is awake, at least there's some comfort for him. He shifts over, careful not to move his arm too much, and rests his head on the taller man's chest with a huffy little sigh.

...There. A little better.

[comparative_insanity]

Fai turns over a little bit, the movement in sync with Feliks', to allow him his rightful resting place draped all over him. It's still a bit hard for him to lie properly on his back with the wings getting in the way, but if he's careful with how he angles them he can still achieve the proper Boyfriend Cuddling Position.

Now he runs the tips of his claws gently along Feliks' scalp, fingers combing slowly through his hair. "And you only like sleeping half the day when it's something you've decided to do because you want to, right?" There's a hint of teasing there, but he knows that this is very much the truth - and it's not as if he's much better at staying still himself.

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The might sound like criticism, but not coming from Fai. Feliks grins, pressing his head against Fai's hand like a spoiled Skitty, settling in against his side. This is his place in the world -- what he fought for a year against the wilderness and fate itself for, what he'd defy any god to protect. It's a warm feeling in the core of his chest, thinking that, knowing that after all they've endured, Fai is here, where they're both supposed to be.

"Well, you know. Someone telling me I'm supposed to takes all the fun out of it! Plus, it's no fun doing the same thing day after day, is it?"

[comparative_insanity]

"You don't like anything that you're forced to do." And that is said not as censure, but clear and definite praise. After all, isn't that what he's always loved the most about Feliks? He'd allowed his whole life to be shaped around what people wanted him to do - even his protests were expressions of frustration at not being able to fit the mold, rather than outright rebellion. But Feliks isn't like that. He revolts from the very core of his being when something is wrong, not because he has decided that he's the faulty one.

"But I'm going to keep standing guard over you, you know. You're not getting around me with sympathy."

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"Ugh, you're awful," he complains, without any teeth in the insult at all. There's no point even pretending to really be mad with Fai over something so small -- Fai knows exactly how fierce he is when he's really mad, and knows he'd move heaven and earth for him, so why play-act?

"I don't know how I deal with you, all like bossing me around and stuff. Totally unfair."

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"I know. I can't imagine what it's like, having someone bossing you around all the time." Fai does absolutely nothing to hide his laugther, planting a light kiss on Feliks' hair, followed by another right on the tip of his nose.

"I'm obviously rather incredibly lucky never having to deal with that kind of thing ever. Especially not when I'm trying to sleep."

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"Mmmhm. Lucky you," Feliks laughs, wriggling closer into Fai's arms, sneaking his feet up against Fai's legs. Thankfully, being a Fire-type and all, he's actually rather warm, so it's not too uncomfortable or anything. "Good thing I'm such a wilting flower, right? That's totally your type."

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"Mm, it's not like I'd ever enjoy being bossed around, so that makes perfect sense." Running his fingers through Feliks' hair the way he seems to like so much, Fai makes a quiet noise of contentment. He might still be a bit groggy after being woken up, but it's a comfortable daze that he's happy to share with Feliks. He can feel a small shift in the blankets by his feet as Blossom turns in her sleep, and being in a warm bed surrounded by loved ones still seems like such a wonderful luxury. "And you're right. I'm definitely the one who dashingly saved you from the wilderness, not the other way around. Or who's injured now on account of being stupidly brave."